Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 424? ? ?

"Everything seems to be fine."

Milo was thinking about whether he should shave off his beard.

Turning his head, he saw Emma carrying a bag of fruit as she pushed open the door and walked in, heading straight for Milo.

Milo suddenly felt that Emma seemed a little different today than before, and he subconsciously reached out to help Emma take the heavy bag of fruit.

But to his surprise, Emma didn't offer him the fruit; instead, she pressed her entire body against Milo's chest and kissed him on the neck.
"Honey, remember to shave."

Then she pushed Milo away and walked towards the kitchen, ignoring him completely.

……

Milo was left standing alone in the living room, questioning the meaning of life.

He stared at his hands in horror, feeling the lingering warm fragrance on the skin of his neck.

He looked up at Emma's retreating figure as she headed towards the kitchen.

Looking at Emma's simple and elegant white dress and her long hair tied in a ponytail hanging down her back, this was not the kind of outfit that Milo remembered Emma would choose.

Then, he frowned and glanced around the living room, where he saw the wedding photo hanging on the wall.

In the photo, Emma is nestled in a man's arms with a happy smile on her face. Her complexion is no longer as pale and haggard as Milo remembered, and her face no longer has that cold, unapproachable expression.

And the man in the photo is Milo himself!
"This……"

It was only then that Milo fully realized what was happening.

Emma's outfit definitely screams "housewife."

But what the hell is this all about?

So many things could happen in just a few days, from April 1st to April 3rd?
Did I time travel again?

……

"Did things still go wrong?"

Milo covered his forehead.

He tried hard to control his chaotic thoughts, plopped down on the living room sofa, and racked his brains to figure out which part of the process had gone wrong and caused this mess.

He was certain that none of this was real.

Absolutely not.

"That's impossible. Imnar's fractal rules have already broken away, and the world of imitators has been annihilated. I banished it with my own hands."

Milo pinched his face hard.

But just as his thoughts were in disarray, he suddenly felt that familiar fragrance approach him once again, and then a pair of fair-skinned arms wrapped around his neck from behind.

Emma had returned from the kitchen sometime earlier, and she leaned close to Milo's ear, questioning him:
"Why didn't you touch my butt when I came in today? Were you thinking about another woman?"

After saying that, he pinched the soft flesh under Milo's ribs hard, a pinch that hurt much more than when Milo pinched his own face.

"hiss!!!"

Milo gasped, broke free from Emma's arms, and stood up abruptly.

His expression was as if he had seen a ghost, extremely unnatural.

“I suddenly remembered that I still have some things to do at the law enforcement office.”

After saying that, Milo fled as if he were running away.

Emma was left in the living room, looking completely bewildered.

……

"Damn it, what the hell?"

Emma's behavior was beyond abnormal; Milo was certain that the gentle, loving wife in that room was definitely not Emma herself.

Aside from having a face exactly like Emma's, she bears no resemblance to the real Emma whatsoever.

Milo stood with his back against the door, rapidly slapping his forehead with both hands:
"Calm down, calm down, calm down, calm down, Milo Valrocan, stop, stop, stop thinking, don't get caught up in it, absolutely don't get caught up in it."

"We will definitely find out what happened."

He reached for the fingers of his left hand, instinctively wanting to turn the brass ring that sealed the Shadow of Exile, hoping to summon the Seven and get some answers. But the next second, he realized there was no brass ring on his left hand at all; instead, on his ring finger was a diamond-encrusted wedding ring…

"Holy crap..."

The Milo people are numb.

While he was completely bewildered...

Suddenly, I realized that someone was standing at the bottom of the steps in front of me.

The other person, carrying a backpack, tilted their head back and sized up Milo.

It's Finn.

Seeing Finn's hesitant expression, Milo raised his hand and gestured for him to remain silent.

But before he could even raise his hand, Finn had already spoken first:

"Dad, what are you doing squatting outside the door?"

...

"grass!"

Milo finally broke down.

He fled the neighborhood at the fastest speed a normal adult male could muster.

What the heck is this?!
Dad?

When did I become Finn's dad?!

Are you going to call Emma inside the house "Mom"?

Holy crap, what has become of old Kang?

……

Milo had no idea how long he had been running wildly through the city streets.

What terrified him even more was that he started to feel tired after running for about three to five minutes. His breathing became rapid and erratic, and he was out of breath. His heart was pounding so hard in his chest that it felt like it was about to burst out of his chest.

What's the situation?
How could someone who has already joined the ranks of the Shadow Order be so exhausted after just a short run on the street?

Even the neighbor's kid is more athletic!

……

"Something's wrong, something's fucking wrong."

Milo sat on the curb by the roadside, panting heavily, repeatedly warning himself that he had to calm down.

It took him almost ten minutes for his breathing to gradually return to a normal frequency.

Perhaps to alleviate the chaotic thoughts in his mind, his hand reached uncontrollably into the inside pocket of his coat, skillfully took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and quickly lit a match.

Then, he froze in the position of shielding himself from the wind while lighting a cigarette.

"Didn't I quit smoking a long time ago?!"

He shook his hands wildly as if he had touched feces, and threw the cigarettes and matchbox to the side of the road.

A homeless man passing by stared at Milo warily, carefully picked up the cigarettes and matchbox Milo had thrown away, turned and sped away from his sight.

Milo rubbed his messy hair in frustration, having no interest in paying attention to the homeless man.

But the next second, the profile of the homeless man who had just run away flashed through his mind.

Despite the long, grime-covered beard on the face, Milo recognized the owner of that face!

"strict?"

He immediately got up and chased after him.

……

Thus, a thrilling chase ensued in the neighborhood.

Two men, moving slower than dogs, were running one after the other. After running for about a street and a half, they were both exhausted, their faces flushed, and they were limping, looking like they might pass out at any moment.

(End of this chapter)